“I left the keys shut up in the sun visor, you know, like in Terminator 2,” he said.
“I understand you were a truck driver at the time,” said Diane.
“Dad got me the job. He was a loading dock foreman at Walker Ace. They transport all over. But I only drove local,” said Ryan.
“Where was your car when you were working?” asked Diane.
“Sometimes at my apartment, when I rode to work with Dad. Sometimes in the lot at work. They keep the lot locked so nobody can steal stuff out of your car.”
“Did Stacy tell you what she was working on?” asked Diane.
“Just that she was going back and talking to witnesses and stuff. I told her to be careful. I told her to get a detective to do that, not do it herself. But she was stubborn.”
“Did she tell you any details about what she found?” asked Diane.
He shook his head. “She had a hard time getting people to talk to her, but . . .”
“But what?” prodded Diane.
“Last time we talked she seemed, well, happy. She never wanted to get my hopes up, but I know she felt good about something,” he said.
“When was that?” asked Diane.
“About a week before she . . . before she died,” he said. “She should have left it alone. Maybe she could’ve found some detective real cheap to do the legwork for her. She shouldn’t ’ave done it by herself. You find out who killed her. It’s not right for her to be dead and me stuck in here. None of us did nothing to deserve this.”
Diane saw movement of the guards in the background and looked at her watch. Time to go.
“Thank you for talking to me,” she said.
“Thanks for helping my sister and my dad.”
He spoke as if there was no hope for him. Diane watched him leave before she rose from the stool.
She didn’t wait for Ross inside the prison. Instead, she left and waited outside by the car for him to return. It didn’t take long. Within five minutes he came walking out of the gates and over to the car.
“How was it?” he asked.
“Waste of time,” said Diane. “Either he knows nothing or he’s a good liar. I don’t know which.”
They got into Kingsley’s Prius and he started the engine. Diane felt relief when they pulled out of the prison grounds and into traffic toward Rosewood.
“He did seem genuinely sad about his sister,” she said. “How did you do?”
“Interesting, in a way. No information, but he had some pinups under his mattress. All were more mature and voluptuous ladies than Miss Carruthers. Judging from that, his tastes don’t seem to run to high school girls.”
“He was closer to her age back then,” said Diane. “Besides, maybe those were the only kind of pictures he could get hold of.”
“I know the pictures don’t mean anything. But if he had pictures of younger girls hidden in his cell, that would have meant something,” said Kingsley.
“Anything else in his cell?” asked Diane.
“Books about sports, a Bible, hygiene stuff, letters from his father and sister,” he said.
“How did you get the warden to let you in his cell?”
“You’d be surprised at how many career employees would like to retire from criminal justice and take a job with a private firm—and take home two salaries, as it were. To that end, they can be awfully accommodating to firms such as the one I work for,” said Kingsley.
“Interesting,” said Diane. “Did you read the letters?”
Kingsley nodded. “Nothing there that contributes to our purposes. His sister didn’t keep him apprised of what she was doing.”
“That’s what he told me. He said she didn’t want to get his hopes up. But he did say that about a week before she died, she was optimistic about something. She didn’t tell him what.”
“Well, I’m glad we got the prison visit over with.” Kingsley grinned at her. “I’m sorry. I know you hated it.”
“It’s so depressing. Surely there must be a better model for a penal system,” she said.
“I’d like to go to Stacy’s apartment. Are you up for it?” he asked.
“I need to check in at the museum for a while, then the crime lab. I’ll pick up a crime scene kit and meet you there. We need to process her apartment the right way, even though it’s been trampled all over.”
Chapter 12
When Ross Kingsley dropped Diane off at the museum, the first thing she did was go to her office suite, take a hot shower,